Every time we flew away with the Doctor we’d just become part of our life. But he never stood still long enough to become part of ours. Except once. The Year of the Slow Invasion. The time the Doctor came to stay.
It’s all shopping lists and electricity bills and biscuits and I love it. And I love you. And I love the privilege of when we’re together. [Deleted dialogue]
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart
There’s nothing we can do
Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon